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Briena Erani Skysong

The Queen of an Elven Kingdom in her home world, fiery haired, graceful, and dignified. Where once she wanted to get away, now all she wants is to get back home.

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Name: Briena Erani Skysong
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Race: Half Elven, Half Human (Sire: Pureblood High Calraidan/Serenian Elf | Mother: Human) Shifter. (Though people like to tell me this is a trait or ability. Everyone has opinions.)
Appearance: Read closely, there are changes!

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[Image copyright to myself: TheCalraidanKingdoms at Deviant Art - BrienaSkysong Here.

She is tall, at six feet, weighing about 140 lbs. Her skin is of a smooth Caucasian complexion, though it tans nicely when she spends a great deal of time out in the sun. Her build is slender and agile, with great flexibility.

Her eyes are a dark, deep liquid sapphire blue, usually serious, though when she's having a good time, there can be seen a glint of mischief in those eyes. Her face is one of great beauty. Her brow is high, eyebrows finely arched over her eyes. Her lashes are thick and long, a deeper, darker color than her hair, with an attractive way of lowering over her eyes when she looks at you, though in no way is she trying to be sensual. The nose is long, but not overly so, thin, and well set in her face. Her cheekbones are high, quite regal. Her mouth is a fascinating thing to a male that hasn't yet let his eyes drop lower on her body. The mouth is slightly wide, sensual, with full lips that can produce an amazing smile, or the most alarmingly ferocious snarl. Her teeth are straight and white, strong. They'll be staying there for a long while. Her chin is stubborn, but not at all unattractive. The jawbones are triangular in set from chin to neck, and elegant.

Briena's hair is a deep, rich, fiery red in color, silken in touch, and under the light of of a candle or fire, very subtle highlights (usually made up of two or three strands of hair, really.) of burnished gold, copper, and bronze catch the light, and give the impression that it's alive with flame. When wet, her hair darkens to a deep, almost blood, red. Damp, it rises a few shades lighter toward the color it is when dry.

It falls to three inches below her waist to just above her derriere. It's thick and wavy, the wispy hair along the hairline usually taking it upon itself to fall in her face and curl around her delicately pointed ears. But surprisingly, her hair rarely gets tangled at all. It would look good styled, and does indeed look wonderful styled in the Queens dressing, but she prefers to keep it loose, or in a braid. The main reason she prefers to hide it on outings is that she's had experiences of men paying far too much attention to her at inns.

Now we go lower.

Her neck is slender, though across her throat, we see the first definitive mark of battle. The scar is thin, stark white, and about three inches in length. It came from her first real battle, which I am glad to say she survived, and won. Her neck gracefully merges into her shoulders and chest, her collarbone carrying a small scar towards the dip at the center. This scar came from her Coronation as Queen. All Kings and Queens are given this scar, the blood used in a ceremony to bind them to the Kingdom.

Her shoulders are neither too wide or too narrow, and are strong. They need to be if sh's to wield a sword. Her arms are long, and slender. While they don't show off her strength with heavy muscles, they are still muscular enough to carry larger swords that her preferred blade (listed in weapons section). Her hands are long and slender, with long strong fingers. There is a great deal of strength in those hands. But a good deal of tenderness as well.

Her chest is... Well it's most definitely not lacking in size or shape. We'd perhaps call it a C in cup size or think of cantaloupe melons for size references). Her belly is flat and strong, her waist slender. And on her right side, we find another battle scar. It starts at her navel, spanning to her side to stop at mid side. Her hips are wide and feminine, and her rump is shapely, yet toned.

Her legs are long and feminine in their shapeliness, but toned and strong from a life of trying to avoid idleness as much as possible. The thighs are firm, her calves well formed.

Her left thigh holds another scar, about eight inches long, spanning from mid outer thigh to just towards the curve from forward thigh to inner leg. Another mark of her first real battle. Her feet are small, though not out of proportion  to the rest of her body, the bottoms well calloused from the fact that she usually prefers to go barefoot.

Her few scars and the lack of more shows that she is quite good at dodging a blade and going in for a good slash, then getting out unscathed again.

She moves with a fluidity that is both alien and very alluring. It's a mixture of predatory agility and the grace of a deer. If she doesn't want you to see or hear her, you won't. Her bearing is that of a Queen; her head is held high, eyes farseeing and keen, and her shoulders generally held back, posture straight. This bearing isn't stiff or unyielding, and doesn't cause any falters in that graceful stride.

This gracefulness makes her a fine dancer, as well as an excellent fighter.

Personality

Personality: Briena needed to mature at a very young age due to the violent deaths of her parents and all but a few members of her village, and in that maturity, a young leader was born. She is the kind of woman that people tend to gravitate to in times of need and stress. Becoming Queen of the Elven Kingdom upon her Grandsire's stepping down, has elevated that pull. She is strong, but with that strength comes a tenderness, and a need to protect her people. Briena is not without a temper, though it's less easily riled. She savors any solitude she can find, due to days filled with Queenly duties. A good long ride through the woods, or perhaps just a day spent in the stables with the horses, and the stress melts away. To strangers, she is reserved, sometimes aloof, until they prove that they are friends and not foes. If they prove to be a danger to her people and friends, you can bet that they will be chased from her kingdom. Her hot temper has changed to an icy one, and it's far more comforting to hear her yelling, rather that that calm, quiet voice coupled with an icy deep blue stare.

Briena's healing abilities leave her with an intense need to heal the injuries, even of a stranger. She is a selfless individual, throwing her own life, or lives, to the wind if a friend is in danger. Her knowledge of herbal medicines and all healing techniques is massive, due to being unable to use her own healing blood and touch abilities on herself.  

In battle, Briena is vicious to her enemies, but not without her honor. If an opponent backs down and surrenders, he, or she, is left unscathed. It is not in her nature, truly, to hate. Her mother was a gentle woman, and this is a part of Briena's mentality, though she will bury it if she must.

She loves music, like any Elven individual, though due to her younger years as the Elder Princess (And therefore the Heir to the throne in place of her father; a very desirable marriage prospect), and her grandfather's constant attempts to find a husband for her to take his place as King, she isn't extremely fond of parties or dressing up. Flattery won't win her, particularly if it's false. Honesty, hard work, and loyalty, with a heavy dose of honor are what will gain her respect and trust. And a healthy respect for her personal space will keep a man from being injured where it hurts most. She is unmarried, having finally won out over her Grandfather's attempts to marry her to a suitor. When she finds the man who she feels is truly a good match for her, she will marry.

She loves singing, as well as dancing.

Briena is an amazing judge of character, and has a way of gazing into a person's eyes in such a way that it seems she can see right through that individuals soul. Quite unnerving if you've done something wrong.

Equipment

Abilities:  Briena has several abilities; natural, magical, and gifted to her from various deeds. I will list them below.

Healing Blood: Briena's blood has a unicorn-like trait. If consumed, it will heal internal injuries and sickness, though, for some reason, the healing stays inside, and any external injuries will remain. This ability is particularly draining to her, which is to be expected of giving blood in excess. *She has died once from this giving, which brought her a very special gift from her feline anthro friends' deities. <see Nine Lives> Her blood also will dilute poisons, whether they were ingested, injected, or carried on the blade of an attacker's sword, knife, or arrowhead. This means that while she won't die from poisons, usually, she will still become terribly ill, depending on the severity of the poison's nature. A light stomach ache, perhaps, for a minor poison, while outright nausea and bodily agony might ensue from a powerful poison.

Healing Touch: This ability is the second wave for treating injuries. It will heal the injury she touches, but will leave a scar. It won't heal the entire body, but it nabs the outer injuries pretty darn good. It is slightly draining, particularly with the more serious injuries.

Nine Lives: A Gift given for a great deed. When she gave her life's blood to heal a dying friend, she received a rare Gift from the Gods and Goddesses of her feline friends. Nine Lives. If she dies by a stab to the heart, for instance, she will come back to life after a few hours. Note: Decapitation will be a permanent death, no matter what life she's on. You cannot come back without a head. She may have nine lives, and a chance to come back from death, but that by no means she's reckless. Dying isn't exactly an enjoyable experience.

Shifter: Briena's inherent ability to transform into any creature imaginable save for Human, Vampire, and Elven.  These transformations are painless after the first change to a new form, and even with a first shift, there are only mild twinges. She is the first female shifter in the royal line. Her grandfather is the last living male with this ability. Generally, it is passed down through the male line; however, it skipped Briena's father and she instead  was born with the ability. She's quite the natural, too.

An Invisible Form: At around twenty years of age, Briena discovered her ability to take on an invisible form. This form is also excellent for stealthy work. In this form, she makes no tracks, has no scent, and the magic in it muffles her sounds. No one knows exactly what this form would look like if visible. Not even Briena herself. Due to the way she tested this new form out, it's been nicknamed as her "Prank Form". Kanixillo the Lycan was the unlucky  friend to be the test subject. He's never enjoyed sleeping alone under trees since then.

Ghost Form: This Form is transparent, and no solidity. An object can pass through her body without leaving an injury, though she will feel it as an uncomfortable sensation of coldness where it passed. She can also pass through things, unless there is a magical barrier within it that she doesn't know how to unravel or break. She doesn't enjoy this form, and doesn't take it often.

Of course, Magic: Nearly every Elf is born with magic in their veins. It is a rare elf indeed that doesn't have some amount of magic in his/her blood. Briena has an unusually large amount of magic in her veins, and over her two years of having been wandering, she has learned to tap into those deep wells, though it's still taxing to her.

She has a natural ability to tune in with the forest, and in that manner, the ability to "listen" to the goings on in a forest, her range expanding to a good 200 mile radius. *Since her coronation Ceremony, her range has expanded immensely, able to reach all edges of her kingdom. However, this ability does not work beyond her ruled land, and returns to the original 200 mile radius, or even less over seas beyond her borders.


Briena is a master at riding horses, whether they be winged or normal. She can speak with animals, and this gives a deeper understanding for her mounts; they can inform her of a saddle cloth being rumpled and uncomfortable, for instance.

She is a master swords-woman, both from natural ability, and training from the age of five. Her natural nimbleness and agility, as well as her grace and speed, lend her the upper hand in any fights she encounters. This skill will only grow as she ages.
Weapons: The thing she is almost never without, whether she's in a dress or breeches, is the light leather belt and silver tooled scabbard, containing the sword passed down from her father to her, a week before he died. It was a graduation present.

The blade is made of a special metal almost exclusively used by the Lycans of Calraida. You are a very lucky person indeed if you can procure this precious metal from the Lycans. Very lucky indeed. This metal is very light, and a lovely color of blue, nearly the same color as Brienas eyes. The pommel is silver, inset with the colors of the Skysong crest. Sapphire, Emerald, Diamond, and Amethyst. The grip is leather wrapped, the cross-guard silver with intricate engravings throughout. This blade is as much a part of Briena as one of her fingers. The only way she would part with it is by her final death, or to pass it on to her child. Should she have one.

The scabbard is made from fine, light leather, tooled with intricate silver details. Birds suspended in flight ride high against the top, while horses and wolves bound and leap along the length of the scabbard, to meet at the silver tip. The belt about her waist is from the same light leather, with holes added for a smaller waist. Silver tips the end of the belt strap, and the leather is engraved with beautiful detailing, horses prance and leap until they reach the point where the holes are set. The buckle is made from the finest silver, engraved with delicate swirls.

She carries a bow during hunts, or perhaps during sieges, and naturally, she is an excellent shot, due to training, and being from a race that handles bows and arrows as though they were born with them attached. The bow is made from a redwood, imbued with magic for strength and repelling water. It's elegantly carved with gentle swirls, much like visual interpretations of wind currents. She keeps it well oiled and polished, and despite it's magic, she does her best to keep it from getting wet, though there are times when that's unavoidable... falling into a river, is one of those unavoidable circumstances. The horse she was riding tripped on a stone and sent her on an unexpected swim.

The strings are made from the sinews of the moose, and strands of hair from the manes of horses in the stable, and are also imbued with magic to repel water, and to keep the strings strong and resilient.

The arrows are made from straight pine (we would call it Lodgepole Pine. Beautiful trees, even when dead.), tipped with arrowheads made from Lycan Metal, like her sword blade. As such, these arrows are valuable , and she tries not to lose them. Successful so far. The arrows are fletched with the feathers of the Royal winged horses of the Elven Kingdom. These are feathers that have fallen out, never pulled or clipped. The arrows are light, and like the bow and strings, they are imbued with spells for water repellent, and strength.

Two small daggers slipped into her boots when in her regular clothing choices, made from a light steel procured from Crescent Sable City. Made by the Dwarves, the engraving is that of a powerful stag on one blade, a graceful doe on the other. The handles are made from a rare wood found deep in the Lycan Territory. The wood is snowy white in color, resembling ivory, which gives the trees their names. Ivory Wood. Inset with silver at the pommel and the cross guards, the handle is wrapped in comfortable white leather for a firm grip. The daggers are imbued with magic to prevent breakage and chipping, though Dwarven forged steel is not known for ever chipping.

And of course, there are the natural weapons given by nature. When she takes the form of a big cat, for instance, she will have size, weight, teeth and claws at her disposal, and a much higher intelligence, so she will devise a more efficient way of using those weapons. Don't make her angry while she's in Dragon form. It won't feel good.

She is also an excellent hand to hand combatant, well taught and versed in the use of hands and feet, as well as the rest of her body in a close encounter scuffle. She has learned street fighting from thieves in the minor towns she's visited, and how to use the forest to her advantage in a chase, whether she's the hunted or the hunter.

Garments and Jewelry/Accessories: Her garb consists, usually, of soft, supple doeskin leather breeches. A silk shirt left open to about the upper breast, usually dyed an earthen tone. Though, when she's wearing the breeches, she will accept to wear soft leather boots up to her knees. They are usually dyed black, or another earthen tone. Her last usual clothing item for this particular outfit is a thick cloak dyed a shade of brown or green. All to help with the blending process.

She prefers to wear the aforementioned garments, but of course, she must wear formal clothing to court, and to the parties required of being Queen. That she doesn't enjoy wearing these clothes doesn't mean that she doesn't look absolutely stunning in them. She has the natural body to make any fashion model from our world green with envy. The gowns for the parties are illustrious silk, and she will completely refuse to wear any garish colors, leaving that to other ladies of the Kingdom. Whites, greys, dark blues and greens, and as modest as the dress mistress will allow. Who says a Queen has free rein to do whatever she bloody well pleases with her life? The sleeves are off the shoulder, usually, the neckline low enough for two inches of cleavage, though Briena will usually cheat and tie a shawl just so, to hide that tidbit, and cast a glare somewhere toward the seamstress' quarters... No real anger in that look though. The skirts are resplendent, falling to the floor in a graceful sweeping flow, the fabric at mid-hip and up through the bodice fitting to her form.

There are undergarments, but no lady, or Queen, shows those parts of her clothing to public eyes, so I will not list them.

Her nightwear consists of soft, white silk gowns. The neck has an enclosed lace, for adjustments. It can be an off the shoulder position, or a more modest set. During the summer, she tends to take the former. Winter will see her in the best cotton fabric.

She also has an outfit that I call her Wild Garb, or Lycan garb. Soft, soft leather makes a breast bind, wrapping around her chest and tied securely to prevent slipping. The rest of her body is bare, save for the feminine loincloth type skirt often seen on Lycan females. The front and back fall to her mid shins/calves, and are beaded in tribal designs and patterns. She wears this outfit in summer, whenever she feels the need to run uninhibited through the forest.

Briena isn't much for jewelry. But there are the required accessories a Queen must wear to her duties. The circlet, passed down through the ages from Queen to Queen, just as the King's Circlet is passed from King to son, down through the line. The last Queen to wear the Circlet was Briena's Grandmother, Erania, beloved wife to her Grandfather, and well loved by the Kingdom in her time. The Circlet is made from the finest yellow Elven gold, and is set with rubies, sapphires, and diamonds. At the fore of the crown, the Skysong Crest sparkles in Sapphire, Emerald, Diamond, and Amethyst gems. (Still haven't decided what the crest actually looks like yet.) The gold twines about the head of the wearer in vine like swirls, and knots resembling the Celtic knots of our world. At every knot, a golden rose is set with rubies for the petals, diamonds for dew, and sapphires behind as a backdrop.

A pendant of glittering opal set in a silver setting resembling a wolf's head hangs about her neck, the pendant glittering just above the beginning of her breasts. The opal hangs below the wolf's chin, rather as though the wolf is holding the jewel against it's furry breast.  

On her right hand, she wears a ring set with the Skysong colors, made of elven gold, the band resembling twined vines.

There are various hair ornaments as well, too many to name.

As for other accessories:

A large pouch for gathering herbs when she manages to get out for some quality alone time. It's made from soft deer skin leather, beaded with elegant tribal designs. Given to her by a Lycan she saved during her travels.

She has many other accessories, but they're too extensive to list.

So begins...

Briena Erani Skysong's Story

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~She slipped across the desolate landscape, her bare feet leaving footprints in the ashy surface. Her deep hooded cloak hid her face from view, and billowed upon the wind. She stared around at the destruction. What had happened here? Where were the forests? She Shifted, becoming a Unicorn, purest of whites, with a crystal horn. She galloped forth, then paused, and lowered her head, to touch the tip of her horn to the ash. Nothing happened. A whicker of sadness left her, and she lifted her head to gaze around at the land. A lone figure caught her blue eyes. One with wings.

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Briena Erani Skysong slipped across the desolate land, her bare feet leaving footprints in the ashy surface. Her deep hooded cloak hid her face from view, and billowed behind her on the wind. Her silvery silken skirts fluttered around her long legs as she walked on, staring around at the destruction. What had happened here? Where were the trees. She stopped as she came to the obsidian. "Hellfire..." She jumped as a powerful rush of wind from the beat of mighty wings buffeted her. Then she looked around, spotting the dragon as he landed. Then another figure caught her attention. A man. With wings.

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Briena Erani Skysong growled at the dragon. Oh... But he was going to get a surprise... She got a surprise instead, when the figure appeared in front of her, just as she began to Shift into her largest Dragon Form. She blinked, but kept the Shift going, and gave Attor a blast of Female dominance. A deep, rumble of fury, like thunder, echoed from her chest, and exploded out of her mouth in a roar. "Meal? I think not."

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Briena Erani Skysong growled. "I have no quarrel with Dragons. And I do not intend to start now. No one owns these lands in truth." She sat down, curling her tail about her haunches. There, she sat. Her scales, being impervious to Dragon Acid, and Flame, would keep her safe.

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Briena Erani Skysong stood again. "Then all you need to do is ask me to leave. I will do it. I did not know these lands were your territory, and I do not even want territory." She turned and walked away, calmly following her prints out of the area. "I am no coward. Either one of us could be injured. I would rather save my strength for a fight that has a real purpose."

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Briena Erani Skysong slipped into the Tavern, known commonly as Gambit's Bar. Her deep hooded cloak hid her features from sight, but any sharp minded soul would be able to discern that she was definitely a female. The graceful, floating step, the soft, hushed whisper of silken skirts flowing to touch their hems to the wooden floor, swirling about the long legs that were hidden under the fabric as they took the steps that carried the tall young woman across the room to the fireside, whereupon she settled in an armchair, her hood falling back with a light touch of her slender fingertips to release a tumble of waist-length fiery dark red tresses.

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Briena Erani Skysong settled gracefully in the armchair, as the fire's light brought her features into detail... [url=[url=http://i395.photobucket.com/albums/pp32/BrienaBloodLust/Briena%20Appearence%20Examples/elvengirl-1.jpg]Her features were those of a regal Angelic, though she had no Angel blood to speak of. Then again, Pure Elven sort were likely closely related to the Angelic Race. Briena's high brows were fine and arched, her eyes large, expressive, and the deepest of blue hues. Fringed by long lashes that caught the firelight like tiny prisms of fiery rain, they looked about the room, their set being above high cheek bones, and on either side of a long, straight nose. Her lips were full, temptingly soft, yet they had a wary set to them. Lastly, her pointed chin hinted at great stubbornness and will.[/url] Her slender neck had a thin scar gashing over her fine throat. She looked calmly over the crowds, observing for the time being.

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 “ (Sorry about the OOC.) (Perfect example of her facial features. http://i395.photobucket.com/albums/pp32/BrienaBloodLust/Briena%20Appearence%20Examples/elvengirl-1.jpg ) ”

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Briena Erani Skysong looked to the man who had approached, her calm expression turning to one of outright suspicion and worry. "Yes?" Her musical voice was unlike any he would have heard, the undertones lilted with a Scottish flavor, the foretones ones of beauty, great power unknown. Above it all was what showed upon the features of her visage. Suspicion, and icy wariness. "What is this?" She looked to the scroll he held out to her, her deep blue eyes growing warier still. Could her Grandfather have already found her trail by now? She had hidden it well... Briena hesitated, then reached for the scroll.

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Briena Erani Skysong rose to her full height of an impressive six feet and eyed the man. Then she opened the scroll in one graceful movement. Her eyes widened with a slight tinge of curiosity. Her own face stared back into her eyes. Briena tilted her head and examined the drawing. Then her own eyes cut to the text. After a moment, she let the scroll re-roll itself and handed it back. "Who gave this to you? It has not the sign of the King Of The Elven People. Grandfather Lionel's crest is a Lion. This crest is of the Human King. Axel is long dead. So is any Heir he has ever produced." She mused the last sentence to herself aloud. Her eyes held a new mixture. Curiosity, slight relief, then fresh worry. What if Mhorvanjus had managed to return?

The messenger would see her back stiffen, and then a shiver go through her figure. At nearly twenty-five, the Runaway Princess of The Elven Kingdom was no stranger to danger and loss. The prospect that Mhorvanjus could be back to life was serious enough to chill her blood in it's pulse.

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 “ ( OOC: http://i395.photobucket.com/albums/pp32/BrienaBloodLust/Briena%20Appearence%20Examples/BrienaSkysong.jpg <- Haircolor, and eyes) ”

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Briena Erani Skysong nodded. Then turned, gesturing toward the door. She swept across the room, paused with her hand hovering over her left hip, where a blue shimmer lingered. Her blade was there. She checked with all her senses for danger, found little, and stepped through the door into the night. She leaned on the door jam, waiting for the Elven man.

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Briena Erani Skysong looked to the man who had given her the scroll. "I'm sure you know the way to the forest." She nodded toward the treeline beyond the walls of the City. "If not, you can follow me. I prefer the Forest in any case. The stink of vomit and drink is getting to me."

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Briena Erani Skysong stepped into the Glen, and settled in the center, her skirts spread about her upon the grass. The sun/moon's light struck sparks in her fiery tresses, giving an ethereal glow to her form. Blue eyes pierced the Elven Man's own, whatever color should the be. Though his hood hid his own face, her gaze seemed to see past the shadows the depth of the hood created, to see the features within.
She gave the new impression of innate ease in this woodland scene, for, as he would know, being an Elven Man, the Forest was her true haven. She had inherited the natural ability to seemingly melt out of sight in the forest, yet still be standing there, watching. She may have been half human, but she took to her Elven Lineage most.
She watched him. "Well?"

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 “ http://www.roleplaygateway.com/roleplay/songwind-mountain-range/ ) ”

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 “ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TyM6kGyoqOc& ) ”

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Briena Erani Skysong rolled her eyes as he mowed to her. When he was done giving the basic information speech, she stood. "I am Briena Erani Skysong, Grand-Daughter of King Lionel Aramos Skysong. Heiress to the throne." She gave the formal title, then bowed to him. At the words, Heiress to the Throne, he would have noted a bitter tone. She clearly wanted nothing to do with being Royalty. Or Queen.
Straightening, she looked at him. "But, please, show me no Royal treatment. I am, at heart, never to be crowned." She finished. As he had turned to peer into the forest's shadows, her gaze had swept around the edges of the Glen. She saw no danger. Briena settled back to the ground, folding long legs under herself within her skirts.

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Briena Erani Skysong sighed. "I am... Fleeing arranged matrimony, I suppose." She shrugged. The movement was an easy roll of her right shoulder. Her eyes went to the device he had brought out. Then she calmly ignored it. "Being twenty, I am 'of marriage age'. Grandfather wishes to pass on his Circlet to a new King. And that I be the Queen. I don't agree. My Leader skills are limited to orders given on the battlefield. Leading a caravan of what was left of my birth Village was something I did for love of my friends, and my sister. I wouldn't be able to sit a throne, I would rather be out here, in the wild, traveling." Throughout her words, there was an under-surge of soft music, the sort of music that told stories of battles and trials. Of life passing by. ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TOkIU0s0mI0& )

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 “ -C- ”

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Briena Erani Skysong finished with, "As for my face being upon the scroll, I have not a clue why Axelander's crest is sealed into the wax. My Grandfather is searching for me, I know that much."

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 “ -F- ”

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Briena Erani Skysong shrugged. 'Since when did Leaders tell everything in one sentence. They love to leave details to be found.' She thought to herself. Aloud, she spoke to Olrik. "I never knew I had royal lineage until I turned sixteen." As he started to put together a small fire, she watched him quietly. A thick curtain of her fiery hair escaped the dam of her ear-tip and fell over the left side of her face, and a slender hand lifted, tucking it back to order. She was still listening for any sounds of his Clan. Alone, she didn't mind company, but one was all she would allow.

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Character Portrait: Briena Erani Skysong

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